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Edith Nesbit - The December Rose
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Here`s a rose that blows for Chloe,
Fair as ever a rose in June was,
Now the garden`s silent, snowy,
Where the burning summer noon was.

In your garden`s summer glory
One poor corner, shelved and shady,
Told no rosy, radiant story,
Grew no rose to grace its lady.

What shuts sun out shuts out snow too;
From his nook your secret lover
Shows what slighted roses grow to
When the rose you chose is over.
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